This has been my life since Wednesday, when I got a call from the school nurse asking me to come pick up my daughter from Kindergarten. On Thursday, a fever of 103.3 for Rebecca, 102.2 for Jessie. After $50 in copays and over two hours spent at the pediatrician's office, I left with a prescription for cough medicine and advice to do what I'd already known. Keep the fevers down, plenty of fluids. It's now almost Sunday, and I'm exhausted. We have had some serious battles over taking medicine. Rebecca gets utterly panicky, she starts freaking out, and works herself up into such a frenzy over taking one half teaspoonful of medicine that she throws up. Not one and a half teaspoonfuls, here, folks, just half of a measly teaspoon. I've already given up trying to give her medicine in the middle of the night. It's useless. But now I dread even giving it to her every six hours during the day. It reminds me of nursing her, when I would cringe at the thought of her being hungry again in a few hours. Ugh. Anyway, it's been a long week. What? Only 4 days, you say? Don't remind me. The wedding is next week. Please, please let everyone be healthy by then!